BEAU GOLDEN Poems

dressed in Black
no flair i lack
thinner winner dropped in back
good to be back in the sack
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She sits in silence on the edge of her bed
She poses herself, folds and unfolds her hands discontentedly
She plays with the comforter and feels its thickness
She looks over at the light switch
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Love is a red dot that expands into a red heart that expands into a bright pink world that surrounds you when u give your heart away
Love is a call from mom
Love is a hug from an old friend who says 'i love you' today
Love is spending time with your daughter
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There is no she
There is no yellow or bronze or brown
The curtains are falling down
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There is a yearning you didn't have when u were young
A song that always went unsung

There is a longing that u hide from everyone's view
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It is round so very round like the moon
So very round i start to swoon
Her laff infects and captivates me
Her teeth reveal a character flaw
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I hear music when she moves
I hear rhythms when she speaks
No one else can make my heart sing
No one else makes my head ring
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I have touched your body
I have held your hand
I have been your lover now
We walked along the sand
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textured scents of deep melancholy endings
little purple glasses
touches me so sweetly
beatles songs, doors songs, elvis
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A soft pink hand and a red silk panty
shared bites of chocolate candy
a caress and a hug without duress
given freely but clearly priceless
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